Sitting.
Sitting.
Sitting.
Sitting.
Sitting.
Sitting.
Sitting.
...
you thought it would go on forever,
didn't you?
So did I.
See the thing that we have in common,
well, the one thing we can at least decide on
is that
we all believe that some things,
maybe a few things,
maybe everything,
lasts forever.
Your memories,
if it's for the moment.
Adrenaline,
if YOLO.
What's funny is that,
if you only live one time,
then why do yo count your successes?
goals?
memories?
experiences?
If you live for the moment,
why does the past matter?
Should it not be
the past?
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 9:36 PM UTC
Sitting.
Sitting.
Sitting.
Sitting.
Sitting.
Sitting.
Sitting.
...
you thought it would go on forever,
didn't you?
So did I.
See the thing that we have in common,
well, the one thing we can at least decide on
is that
we all believe that some things,
maybe a few things,
maybe everything,
lasts forever.
Your memories,
if it's for the moment.
Adrenaline,
if YOLO.
What's funny is that,
if you only live one time,
then why do yo count your successes?
goals?
memories?
experiences?
If you live for the moment,
why does the past matter?
Should it not be
the past?
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